November 16, 2011

This week Elie is 2 and a half months old.  I feel like this age is a milestone where we leave newborn behind.  My pregnancy has gathered some dust in my mind, the discomforts have softened in memory, my delivery has developed a haze of nostalgia.  It was long ago.  And now I have a child who coos and smiles, has a schedule and recently discovered her hands.  Soon she’ll be holding up her head, sprouting teeth and growing hair.  Our second and final baby is perpetually held in the balance of receiving my divided attention and inheriting every last moment of savoring imaginable.

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